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	<title>Revolutionary Arts Network ::  wholerest58 :: Blogs</title> 
	<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/user/wholerest58/blogs</link> 
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		<title><![CDATA[The Fear Of Going Dry]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_59</link>
		<description><![CDATA[The Fear Of Going Dry It's in all of us--Somewhere,That rational,Irrational,Fear of going dry.Parents have it,That constant worry that they'll run out of energy.Teachers and philosophersHave it.That k]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:02:08 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Losing My Mind]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_58</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Losing My Mind I have thought aboutLosing my mind.Nothing flamboyant, mind you,Simply misplacing certainMemories,Traits,Desires,Fears,Obsessions,Etcetera-- Then,I come to my senses,And I realize,If II]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:00:54 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Life]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_57</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Life It beginsGasping for breath,Clawing and clutching at anythingTangible, yet unknown.We cry in desperation for meaning,For Godspeed, we cry, "get us there!"AndStill,It goes forward,Willy nilly,Flee]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 17:58:51 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Carrying The Memory In Her Mouth]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_56</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Carrying The Memory In Her Mouth That's how she did--Passed down memory,Passed down memory,Passed downThrough family,Through family,Through,And on it went.The courtly love affairs,The weak and the str]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 17:57:33 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Love, Once Tasted]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_50</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Love, Once Tasted It's what the poets and the minstrels have been singing about forever.And why the stars are in the heavens, and death, itself, can't sever. It's why Poe sang of his Helen and Byron's]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 08:49:35 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Like Diamonds Falling In Water]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_49</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Like Diamonds Falling In Water Her smile, bestowed, was like being kissed by the heavens,And, of course, I loved her-- And the day I received the news of her death,Of course, I cried. It was springtim]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 08:48:22 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[The Diameter Of Gone]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_48</link>
		<description><![CDATA[The Diameter Of Gone It's been two years.You would think, I would stopQuestioningYour absenceBy now.Still,In my reflective moments,And while I breatheIn and out,Through the live long day,I contemplate]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:26:53 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Heart Drowning In Words]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_47</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Heart Drowning In Words I wanted to speakFrom the heart.I wanted toConveyThe depth of allThe feelingsI had for her,That she might understand.The words,The feelings,The thoughts,AllTrying, so hard,To c]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:25:41 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[The G Chord]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_46</link>
		<description><![CDATA[The G Chord It's funny,Well,Ironic.Of all the thingsI believeYou taught me--Tying my shoes,And one plus one,And peeing in the pot,And how to whistle,And not to be afraid of the dark,And learning how t]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:24:26 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Like Diamonds Falling In Water]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_45</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Like Diamonds Falling In Water Her smile, bestowed, was like being kissed by the heavens,And, of course, I loved her-- And the day I received the news of her death,Of course, I cried. It was springtim]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 20:21:37 -0500</pubDate>
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